After work, I ran out to the Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge. I usually go out there very early in the morning, and I was interested in seeing if there were any “new” critters I could see in the late afternoon. As I drove from Woodland up to Willows, I got caught by one of the monster rainstorms that was rolling through. It didn’t just rain or pour, it was like driving through a WATERFALL, solid water. Some folks pulled off to the side of the highway because they couldn’t see. The noise was incredible, too. I bet there was a tornado just waiting to be born in that cloud. Luckily, though, by the time I got to the refuge, I’d driven past the storm, and it was cloudy and windy, but not wet there.
I actually saw LESS creatures in the afternoon than I normally do in the early morning, so I won’t need to do this experiment again. I did, however, get some shots of a Black-Crowned Night Heron that was wading through a shallow pond. I stopped to get its picture, and was having a little difficulty focusing through the tules. While I was doing that, a guy is a truck pulled up beside me and started talking to me… Uh, I’m TRYING to get a photo. His truck was so loud and he was making so much noise with his chatter I feared the bird would fly off and I’d never get a decent shot. I gave him perfunctory monosyllabic responses to the guy’s remarks until he finally figured out that I wasn’t interested in conversation and drove off. Luckily the heron was still hanging around, so I DID get the photos I wanted.
By then the storm had circled around and was coming back again, so I left the refuge and headed back to Sacramento.